Chapter 19
She watches me in the window, her captivating silver eyes flicker with sadness. It fucking pains me I can’t promise her this isn’t just a dream we’ll wake up from. Even though I ache to give her everything she desires, the fact is, I am too damn screwed up for that. All that is left for me to do is give myself to her until she’s done with me. The truth will come out, eventually.
We move to the tub, and she leans her back against my chest, fitting perfectly in the cocoon of my arms like I was made to hold her.
“If I had known I’d meet you, I would have saved all my firsts for you,” I confess, dropping a kiss on her temple.
She tips her head up, a radiant smile curving up her lips. “I would be happy if you’d give me all your lasts.”
“I promise. You’re going to get them.” There won’t be anyone else after her.
She turns in my arms, placing her hands on my chest and resting her chin on her hands.
“Why the change of heart?”
“Because it’s you, and I can’t fight this pull anymore.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No you’re not, little bulldozer.”
“True,” she grins, and I always want to keep her like that: safe, serene, happy.
We remain in the tub until our skin prunes, washing each other leisurely. Inside these walls, there’s no time, no pressure, no outside world. Just us in this bubble made of dreams I never thought I’d experience.
“Tell me something. I don’t care what it is. I just want to hear your voice, Silver.”
“I always felt out of place. Like I had no home…”
I can relate. My childhood house never felt like a home either, even though it should have been where I felt safe and loved. Instead, I tiptoed around, always trying to gauge my father’s mood, hoping that one day I’d get a smidgen of attention and care.
“No roots, either. Since I was little, I knew we had to lay low and not draw unwanted attention, but we had each other. My mom would read to us every night. I miss her so much. Seeing my parents in love—maybe that’s where my romantic heart comes from. What about you?”
“I don’t remember my mother, and my father wanted me to become someone I didn’t want to be—but he succeeded.”
I kiss her, cutting off the conversation that’s dampening my mood, and allow myself to be swept up in this moment—a moment where the demons have no access.
I stand up, and she giggles at my hard dick jutting out. I am about to get out of the tub to grab some towels when she grips my base, eyeing me with sheer lust.
“Do you want to suck my cock, baby?”
She nods, lapping at my crown, and I forget everything else.
“Then let me see you choke on it.”
She can’t fit all of me in her mouth, but I am the asshole who gets off on her struggle to take me.
“We have to stretch that perfect mouth of yours, just as we do with your tight cunt. Open your mouth wider and take every fucking inch.”
The moment my dick reaches her throat, her eyes water, and spit gathers at the corners of her mouth. Seeing her on her knees for me, combined with the spectacular feeling of her sucking me off, decimates my control.
I cup her cheeks. “Breathe through your nose. I’m going deep into that pretty throat now.”
As if it’s not enough that I’m down her throat, I need her eyes on me while I do it. “Look at me.”
Fuck, when she obeys, it does things to me that turn me into a damn animal. I see her urge to breathe, yet she doesn’t retreat, even though I keep a loose hold on her.
This woman of mine—she’s so damn perfect.
When I pull back, a line of spit links her mouth to my dick as she sucks in a breath.
“Again,” I command.
We keep doing that until my balls get heavy with my impending release. My spine goes steel straight as I pull out and grit, “Stick your tongue out.”
She does, and the first shot of cum spurts onto her tongue. But I want her covered in me, so I paint her chest with my release.
When I give her all my cum, I can barely hold myself up. She swallows, digs a finger into the mess on her chest, and brings it to her mouth.
“You swallow every last drop now, my perfect girl.”
She does, seducing every atom in me until she’s all I crave, and then we shower. Wrapped in towels, we head to the bed.
“We’re staying the night here. There’s food in the fridge.”
“What if our friends worry?”
She has a point. Picking up my jeans from the floor, I pluck out my phone. I write in the group chat that we’re coming back tomorrow, ignoring the flood of texts barreling in.
In bed, I pull her to my side, and she rests her chin on my chest. I thread my fingers through her hair, and she palms my side. My heart responds to her touch as if recognizing its owner.
“I might fall asleep,” she says drowsily.
“You consumed a lot of energy, sucking my dick to damn oblivion.”
She giggles and slaps me playfully on the chest. Closing her eyes, she lets out a contented sigh and falls asleep.
I watch her steady intake of air until my phone vibrates, and I let out a string of curses. When I see that it’s Hunter, I go downstairs and answer.
“What?”
“Where the fuck is my sister?”
“Asleep.”
“You’re not even going to deny it?”
“I did text that we’re together.”
His puffs of air are a clear sign he doesn’t like that, but I couldn’t care less.
“She’s with me.”
“For how long? Or did you decide to stay?”
Silence hangs in the air as I purse my lips, my hand balling into a fist.
“Thought so. Break my sister’s heart, and I will hunt you down and kill you.”
He can, and I would even allow it.
“She’s safe with me.” I hang up before he can piss me off even more.
Soft padding reaches my ears, and when I turn around, a sheet covers her petite frame. A damn goddess, a one-of-a-kind beauty.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just your brother spewing his disapproval.”
“He’s protective of me.”
“As he should be. I’m just angry he has a point.”
She reaches me and stands on her tiptoes, placing a soft kiss on my lips.
“The entire world could disapprove, but I’d still choose you.”
“You terrify me,” I confess, and a satisfied smile tugs at the corners of her mouth.
“Good, you’re not a coward after all.”
I arch a brow. “Sure?”
“I was desperate for you to stay, but I’ve learned that you can’t make someone stay. They have to want to stay.”
I want to stay, but a voice in my head reminds me that even then, what will she think of me once she finds out the truth?
Sighing, my mood threatens to plummet.
“What is it, Blake? What has you in such a tight grip? Whatever it is, it’s going to be fine for me.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
She cups my cheek, her thumbs caressing along my cheekbones. “I promise. Let me show you that I can keep my word.”
“I don’t want to ruin this moment.”
“One day, you’ll have to tell me.”
And on that day, I will lose you. I don’t say that. Instead, I dip my chin in agreement and follow her into the kitchen.
“Why is it stocked?” she asks.
“I come here once a week.”
“Let’s make homemade pizza.”
As she prepares the dough and tomato sauce, I cut the salami. It feels like domestic bliss, something I would see myself doing with her. Only with her .
While the pizza bakes in the oven, I stream some music through my phone. Following my instinct, I offer her my hand. She takes it, and our naked bodies press together as we sway to the rhythm of the slow song.
“I’m pretty sure this is a dream.”
I place a kiss on the top of her head. “Then let’s keep dreaming.”
By the time the pizza is done, her being glued to my body only inflames my raging hard-on. I sneak my hands around her thighs and pull her up, placing her on the table.
“Food can wait. I want to eat your sweet cunt first.”
“Blake…” she tries to sound annoyed, but her wet pussy disagrees.
I don’t stop until we both come.
“Is that stamina normal?” she asks, unable to move from the table.
I stiffen. My father made me a machine—high-performing in every way, both mentally and physically.
I don’t want to keep lying to her. Fuck.
“Probably not. You can tell me if it’s too much.”
“I can take you,” she says, reading me again. “There’s nothing wrong with you, okay?”
I offer a strained nod and shove my hand into an oven mitt. As I place the pizza on the table, the aromatic smell of herbs, cheese, and salami wafts through the air.
Mia digs in, moaning.
“You only moan on my cock,” I demand, not caring that I sound like a crazy person.
She nearly chokes on her bite. “You’re crazy.”
I know that, but I never would have guessed that I would be this possessive and jealous.
“But it’s so good.”
“Non-negotiable.”
She throws her head back and laughs, dissipating that layer of gloom around me.
“I can’t just live off your cum and cock.” She bats her lashes in faux innocence.
Fucking hell, this woman is doing things to me I never thought possible.
“Eat. You’re getting fucked right afterward. Again.”
I am a man of my word, and the moment we finish eating, I jerk my chin toward the sofa. She takes off, her ass jiggling. Fuck, there’s something about that submissive nature mixed with a minx that has me mad about her.
When I finally snap out of my trance, the view nearly makes me come on the spot. Her back is to me, her legs parted while she holds herself on her palms on the sofa.
“Like this, Sir?”
“You’re getting fucked so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
“Promises, promises.”
Fuck me. I don’t know who commands who anymore, and I don’t care. I descend on her like a madman, desperate to imprint myself on her skin, to embed myself deep inside her the way she has in me. And she welcomes me, all of me, with her greedy, wet pussy.
Suddenly, I want to live—to stay alive for as long as possible—just to feel and be with her.
She’s both my sickness and my cure––my silver lining.